Post by Sarpek on Oct 2, 2008 16:58:59 GMT -5
Moans are heard in the bar as a large horde begins to converge from all directions. Sarpek begins frantically shelling, but is only able to get off one shell every five seconds, and the fertilizer bombs don't do much against groups. He grimaces, and throws a third lever, locking several components into place, and trips the fire lever before running down the trapdoor. The gun continues to fire, pivoting slightly wiht every shot, Sarpek having developed a very crude and rather slow automatic system. "Guys, We've got company!" He yells.